The flames shot up to the sky, and a gloomy wind swept across the land, filled with an aura of slaughter that spilled out in all directions, the clashing sounds of metal upon metal ringing incessantly in one's ears.
The cultivators of the Kunlun Main Formation watched the distant magical competition with tense expressions.
If Changgeng True Person were to compete in magic with that Demon Lord, everyone would naturally not be so anxious—in fact, Changgeng True Person might not even give everyone time to get nervous, possibly executing that Wei Demon Head on the spot.
However, since Qiong Ying True Person had been fighting the opposing Demon Head for so long without showing any signs of gaining the upper hand, let alone killing their foe, how could the Kunlun cultivators not worry?
Although the cultivators below could only watch the excitement, the high-ranking elders of the Kunlun Taiqing Sect could certainly discern the intricacies of the battle.
